Obama’s Vatican Exorcism: God Bless Pope Francis!

Aka Obama has a caviler stupor look, while the Pope is serious, knowing he is meeting with one of Satan’s favorite disciples. It’s a wonder how our White House Impostor got so close to the Pope’s crucifix without freaking out. Pic attribution –“Pope Francis welcomes President Barack Obama at the Vatican Thursday, March 27, 2014. (AP Photo/Gabriel Bouys, Pool)” – news.yahoo.com

Pope:You look very vibrant. With all your recent travels, I expected to witness you very weary.

Bâri:Pope Francis – thank you. These days compliments for me are as scarce as hen’s teeth. Without people praising me, I’m nothing. I’m hoping my visit to the Vatican can help restore my credibility. Photo ops with you will go a long way.

Pope:Bâri – I sense your preoccupation with yourself to be far more than your personal malignant narcissism. You are beleaguered in multiple ways. Would you care to talk about what vexes you?

Pope: I’ve been reading some American newspapers. Every time it looks as if you are falling asleep the media keep saying that you are “pausing.”

Bâri:It ticks me off. My handlers feel they have to keep shooting all those pics of me. But what really frosts me, is that some social and independent media, highlight my pics and make stark and candid commentary over them.

Pope: I see that you are vexed by umpteen devils. My Vatican exorcists are silently praying for your demonized soul.

Bâri shrieks in horror and doubles over. He begins frothing from his oral orifice. Deep greenish snot like phlegm ejects from his mouth. Rushing in to assist Pope Francis, Vatican exorcists position themselves over demonic Bâri, fervently interceding for his deliverance. Two gallons of Bari’s phlegm cover the floor.

Bâri begins to recover some semblance of composure.

Word has it that the Pope gave this cup, full of coffee to Bari during his visit with President X. But even this small reminder did not prevent the criminal White House ID fraud from telling lies to the Pope’s face!Pope:Is there anything else you’d like to say, Bari?

Bâri: When demons were frothing from me; I thought of my book I authored – all, by my [own] lonesome – “Dreams From My Father.” My father, Kenyan Barack Obama would have never believed that his son would be earnestly seeking some spiritual help from the Pope.

Pope:Bâri – I can see that you still have lots of lying devils left within you. Perhaps, after a series of more exorcisms, you will finally tell the truth about Malcolm X and your real mother.

Bâri again shrieks in horror; he doubles over in a fetal position and excretes another couple gallons of foul phlegm from his oral cavity as he labors to catch his breath.

Pope:Bari – how dare you continue to lie in my presence? How dare you insult God, Almighty? How dare you continue to serve your [spiritual] Father, Satan?

Bârisays nothing. He continues to excrete multiple lying demons, coughing up the dark greenish snot-like phlegm. Pope Francis summons the Vatican’s men in white suits. They swiftly arrive to strap Bâri to a gurney. He is hauled out to the courtyard where United States secret service personnel spend hours cleaning him up. His doctors are Johnny-on-the-spot injecting him with [upper] doses of “meds.”

Pope Francis turns to his assistants and exclaims:

“At least we made a start. He’s on his way to first base! Schedule a meeting next month for Bâri; and, one for every month, thereafter! And, please do tell America’s taxpayers that Pope Francis will pick up the travel tab. I want them and the world to know how much I care for this wretched sinner’s priceless soul!”